The Tale of Artuir mac Aedan; The light of the West.
In The Begining.
Behold my son this our home of Airer Goidell
in the land of Airer Goidell in Alba.
Far from our birthland of Ulaid across the sea,
a sea ruled by Manaanan Mac Lir
We came here following Gabran our clann chief,
in our wooden ships braving seas rough and wild,
Picts were here before us but they didnt flee,
took us in and became our friends indeed,
They were horsepeople of reknown,
gave us the skill without regret or redress,
all this began years gone past.
You my boy may not be a Ri here,
Perhaps a leader of warriors strong and skilled,
for i fear this land will be desired and fought over,
keeping it safe and secure like you would a lover,
Your still a babe who giggles and bubbles blow,
but Artair mac Aedan, you will not be slow,
to serve us well and a legend to grow.
andrew mcintyre. 11/01/2024.
My granny was sick as a parrot
She always liked that Steve Mcgarrett
Her favorite show
Hawaii 5-0
Was cancelled for football, Goddamnit
As Hawaii she couldn’t afford
Struck a pose on her ironing board
‘Jump up here with me
And surf this wild sea
And we’ll surf in the name of Jack Lord’
A committed silk bloomers wearer
She gave a free shot to her carer
He went very red
And that’s when he said
Your bloomers are still on the airer
Written: 16 July 2022
Contest: Limerick
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Oh so long and pink and very hard
On the airer stood in my back yard
They looked oh so shocking
My frozen pink stocking
Weather forecasts I now disregard!
22nd May 2015
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